Gidan Zaurawa Book 1 Compelet

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[Part 1]

"Ma'u, is it really true that I have a share in seeing my relatives and parents, including my grandmother? Is it true that I have a share in experiencing the joy and pride that every child feels with their parents and family? Ma'u, what could possibly be sweeter than this for me? How can I ever thank Allah properly? Indeed, I am the favored child of the Lord; He never disgraced my life, and He never humiliated me. What can I say to Allah?"

He spoke while weeping, but it was clear they were tears of pure joy. Ma'u was also crying, sharing in her husband's joy and comforting him. She said to him, "We will spend the entire night in prayer, giving thanks to Allah who destined us to witness this time. This is the only way we can show Allah our happiness."

He nodded his head, saying, "That is true, stand up, let us begin."

As for Lami, she sat blinking in total shock, eyes wide, upon learning Ahmad’s true lineage. She had certainly learned a massive lesson in her life. Malam Jibril said to her, "That is why I always tell you it is bad to look down on a human being. Today, look at Ahmad's parents—the ones you constantly mocked, calling him a bastard! His family is noble and wealthy. Now look at you—where is the family of your granddaughter, Raliya's child? Do you see how this proves that you are the one with the bastard child, not him?"

Lami simply burst into tears, saying, "Indeed I have made a grave mistake that can never be undone! What made me follow my desires and commit this deed? Woe is me!"

Malam Jibril said, "Lami, do not waste your time crying, especially since you still don't know the state your daughter Raliya is in." Raliya's daughter came over and sat on Lami's lap, saying, "You, Lami, what happened to you that you're crying?" Lami looked at the child with pity for the fate she had brought upon her own life—a child who should have been living in this grand dynasty.

Over at Alhaji Nura’s house, a minor commotion had occurred. The way he walked in with joy, calling out to his wife and daughter, startled them because it was completely out of character for him. They rushed out with intense surprise, asking what had happened.

Hajiya Batula said, "Whatever it is, the wedding date with Ahmad must have been brought forward!"

Joy filled Nana. Alhaji Nura Kwangila shook his head. "This matter is far greater than Nana and Ahmad's wedding! This is a double joy upon joy. Sit down and let me tell you what happened." Without hesitation, they sat down. Alhaji Nura Kwangila looked at them, smiling, and said, "Ashe, Ahmad is my son! He is my nephew! That is why Allah tested both me and my daughter with an intense love and affection for him!"

Hajiya Batula was filled with astonishment, because she knew everything that had happened to her husband's older brother—even though back then, talk of her marriage to Nura wasn't even in the picture. But how could this be?

Alhaji Nura Kwangila then recounted the entire story of everything that had transpired. Nana jumped up and hugged her mother, who was laughing and saying, "Stupid girl, did you forget you didn't have an amulet?" Then she looked at her husband with happiness. They had never heard a story like this before, not even in historical tales or movies.

It turned out that while Asm'u was thought to have died, she was actually living through severe hardship until Allah fulfilled His decree regarding the birth of Ahmad before she passed away. Truly, those people who raised him deserved immense praise.

He said, "Indeed they do. That is why I couldn't bring myself to give their daughter's hand to any other man in the world, because they gave him marriage when everyone else in the world refused to give him their daughters."

Glory and power belong to Allah, the Creator of everyone and everything, who does as He pleases, and at the time He wishes! Nana was happier than anyone else—not only would Ahmad become her husband, but he would also turn out to be her blood relative, no matter how distant.

That night, everyone went to sleep turning various thoughts over in their minds. But above all, Umma was the happiest because her son was finally cleared of the "bastard" label and those who viewed him as such.

[Part 2]

Early the next morning, Alhaji Nura Kwangila and his family headed to Malam Sulaiman's house. Ahmad and his family hadn't arrived yet; they were called on the phone and subsequently came over. Alhaji Nura arrived with large vehicles, as the trip included Umma and Hajiya as well.

Ahmad's group arrived, and greetings commenced. Ma'u and Nana locked eyes, the heart of each fluttering upon seeing her rival. Ahmad maintained his composure, unable to look in Nana's direction even though he now felt her presence as a blood sister. However, he felt a deep sense of shyness toward Ma'u, knowing she wouldn't have expected any of this.

Nana herself walked over to where they were, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Yayana, is this my Aunt Ma'u?"

He looked at Ma'u with a smile—she had relaxed slightly—and said, "Yes, it is her. You see her here, the Mother of my Children."

Nana forced a tight smile and said, "Antina, good morning?"

Ma'u relaxed a bit and they exchanged greetings, though her heart was still pounding. It turned out Nana wasn't far off from her own age; she had imagined some giant, modern, sophisticated city woman. Nana, for her part, felt slightly intimidated upon realizing that Ahmad was deeply, fiercely in love with his wife Ma'u, and there was nothing she could do to shake Ma'u, especially since no one in the world would have guessed Ma'u had married as a virgin, let alone given birth to children.

When it was time to get into the vehicles, Nana announced she would ride in Ahmad's car. The children were moved to Alhaji Nura's vehicle, which he had requested himself, saying that watching them brought him joy because it felt like their family was expanding rapidly, reaching out to distant relatives.

Ma'u did not like this arrangement, but there was nothing she could do; her jealousy could not be hidden from Nana, even though Ahmad kept showing that she was his true and only beloved wife. He was the one driving, Ma'u sat in the front passenger seat right next to him, and Nana sat in the back. They acted as though Nana wasn't even there, chatting away, with Ahmad only occasionally turning back to tease her: "Right, my younger sister?"

Nana would just force a weak smile. By the end of the ride, she regretted getting into their car, having finally realized who Ahmad was and how deeply rooted Ma'u was in his heart—she had no competition with any other woman. Therefore, she resolved to simply pray that they arrived safely, her heart finally settling.

This gesture by Ahmad greatly soothed Ma'u's spirit; she became certain that her husband did not love Nana at all, and that everything he had told her was the truth.

When the relatives heard who Ahmad truly was, they were filled with joy and amazement—especially their ancestral family house. Since Alhaji and his wife were childless, Alhaji Nura Kwangila took care of everything for them, touring around with Ahmad, introducing him, and showering blessings on him. They spent a couple of days in the town before returning home.

During those days, Nana realized that Ahmad and Ma'u were inseparable, but she did not give up. She remained steadfast, knowing that once she became his wife, he would eventually love her and treat them both fairly.

Every single person at the company was astonished to hear that Ahmad, the son of Alhaji Abdullahi, was Alhaji Nura Kwangila's nephew. The day they entered the office, Alhaji Nura handed his Director-General (D.G.) position right over to him. Nana took over the adjacent desk because he declared Ahmad was far more suited for the D.G. chair. He immediately began processing Visas and Passports for them—especially Ahmad and his family—and authorized the continued construction of a massive house he had previously started for Ahmad. It was a very large estate.

Additionally, a brand-new car was purchased for Ahmad's personal use, along with a massive cash gift so he could renovate his home and care for his family as Alhaji Nura insisted: "With your father's wealth, you ought to upgrade your life."

Ahmad didn't even know what to do with all the money, so he began showering kindness on his parents, his relatives, and Ma'u. Ma'u even started complaining about how much money he was spending. Ahmad replied that it wasn't too much since it didn't even touch half of the funds his uncle deposited into his bank account.

Life transformed overnight. As they say, Allah can turn things around in a single night!

They managed to travel to Saudi Arabia together—Nana, Ma'u, Ahmad, the children, and Alhaji Nura. If there was one thing that deeply impressed Ma'u about Nana, it was how much Nana loved her children and pulled them close. Ever since she met the kids, she ignored the parents entirely; after initial greetings, she didn't bother with them because she realized they might trigger her old insecurities. She spent all her time playing and chatting with the children.

Alhaji Nura Kwangila watched them with a smile, holding no grudge against Ahmad, considering the immense loyalty Ma'u and her family had shown him during his darkest days—he couldn't just turn his back on them overnight. Besides, a strong bond of love and affection had formed among them.

[Part 3]

They arrived at Alhaji Abdullahi's massive estate, which was imposing even from the outside. Entering the compound, they found Hajiya Ruma sitting in her parlor watching television—an iron-lady grandmother! Comfort and peace radiated from her, even though her skin and body showed signs of advanced age. She was utterly shocked by their sudden, unannounced arrival.

After greetings, she pulled the children to her side with fascination. Alhaji Nura Kwangila said, "Hajiya, ideally a vacation should suit us, but the matter that brought us here won't let us rest until we speak it. Where is Yaya Abdullah?"

She replied, "Since morning, his attendants took him to the Haram..."

Mid-sentence, he was wheeled in using a motorized luxury wheelchair meant for the wealthy, moving under his own control. Joy lit up his face upon seeing Alhaji Nura Kwangila and Nana. As for Ahmad, he sprang up and rushed forward, staring at his father. Without a doubt, this was his father! Only now did he realize who he resembled; looking at his mother's pictures had never given him a clear match, but he looked exactly like this man.

Alhaji Abdullahi himself started telling the children to come over to him. They ran over, laughing and marveling at his motorized chair.

Once everyone settled down and exchanged greetings, Alhaji Nura looked at his older brother and asked, "Yaya, who does this young man look like?"

Alhaji Abdullahi looked at Ahmad—who had been standing off to the side, not focusing on him when he entered. He stared at him closely, his eyes filling with tears, and said, "If NANA ASM'U had given birth, I would have said this is her son, because there is nothing separating his features from mine when I was in my youth! Whoever this boy is, he is our blood—the blood of Buba Wali, whom we share a great-grandfather with, because his family members share my exact resemblance."

Hajiya Ruma agreed, "That is true."

Ahmad let out a sigh of relief and comfort. He became even more certain this was his father.

Alhaji Nura stood up smiling, pulled out Asma'u's photograph as a young woman, walked over to Alhaji Abdullahi, showed it to him, and asked, "Yaya, do you recognize who this is?"

Alhaji Abdullahi took the photo, stared at it, and burst into invocations: "Subhanallahi! Why, this is Asmu'u! This is my Nana Ma'u!"

Hajiya Ruma jumped up urgently, grabbed the photo, sat back down while praising Allah, and exclaimed, "Nura, where did you get a picture of Asm'u's corpse? The girl we were told burned to ashes inside a car, where not even her ash was recovered?!"

Alhaji Nura smiled, watching them in their state of shock, and began narrating everything that had happened to Asma'u and the son she bore up until the present day.

As he reached the conclusion, Alhaji Abdullahi looked at Ahmad and said, "By Allah, this is my son! You are my blood!! Come here and let me hug you, I am so happy, for God's sake!"

Ahmad rushed over to his father, rested his head on his lap, and burst into tears, wiping his head like a little child. Alhaji Abdullahi stroked his head, weeping as well.

Ahmad cried out, "To think I have parents as honorable as this, while I spent my life enduring insults and harassment because of their absence? To think I was a favored child all along? But I thank Allah that He gave me parents whom I lived to meet, and they didn't ruin my life! I thank Allah for bringing me to you when I was in desperate need of you!"

His words moved everyone in the room to tears.

Alhaji Abdullahi said, "Stop crying, Ahmad. By Allah, I have never felt my bodily blood flowing as correctly and healthily as it does today. My son, I feel like I can stand up right now—hold me and let me try to rise, for I feel like I am healed and there is no more trace of pain in my body!"

Ahmad jumped up quickly and grabbed his father. With great difficulty, the older man rose to his feet! But he couldn't maintain his balance and slumped back against his son, saying, "It seems it was my heart that rose, not my physical body. I thought I was cured starting today."

Alhaji Nura stepped close and helped seat him. Ahmad said, "Leave him, Uncle, I've got him."

This striking resemblance brought immense joy and delight to Alhaji Nura Kwangila, who remarked, "Indeed, Yaya, just as my heart is healed, Insha Allah, your legs will heal by the grace of Allah as well."

Hajiya Ruma and Ma'u were frozen, weeping silently. As for Nana, she just stared at Ahmad with happiness, wave after wave of love for him washing deeper into her heart.

They spent hours talking until the call to prayer interrupted them. When night fell, everyone retired to their sleeping quarters. Alhaji Abdullahi felt like he could devour Ahmad and his family out of sheer love. Hajiya Ruma held tightly onto Ma'u, feeling like they could swallow her whole because of how much she loved their son, especially after Ahmad recounted how much love Umma'u and her family had shown him.

The estate was massive, with everyone settling into their respective wings. Ahmad couldn't bear to be separated from his Ma'u, so they took a single suite together, while the children stayed with Hajiya Ruma—though they spent all day with Alhaji Abdullahi.

The doctors themselves confirmed that Alhaji Abdullahi had fully recovered; they already knew his inability to walk wasn't caused by a permanent physical injury, but rather by deep psychological trauma and heartbreak (ciwon zuciya), which was now completely healed and left no lingering damage!

Within a week, he began trying to stand on his own. Ahmad dedicated his entire life to his father, assisting him with everything, which constantly filled the older man with joy, peace, and contentment.

As for Ma'u, though she initially kept her distance from Nana, she eventually let her guard down because of how affectionately Nana treated her children, pulling them close. Seeing that everyone recognized Nana was simply experiencing normal jealousy over her husband—who was, after all, her cousin through whom her husband discovered his father—and realizing there was no malice in the love Ahmad and Nana shared, Ma'u saw no point in continuing any friction.

Nana took the initiative to pull Ma'u along with her to the Haram for prayers and supplications. In her heart, Nana prayed that Allah would soften Ma'u's heart to "rent out" her husband to her for even a day out of the year. Ma'u, on her part, continually thanked Allah for the immense mercy He had shown them. To think she was standing right in front of the sacred House of Allah—what could be sweeter than this?

After three weeks, they began preparing to return to Nigeria. However, Alhaji Abdullahi and Hajiya Ruma insisted they were done staying in Saudi Arabia now that the patient had recovered and could walk using two high-end Arabian luxury canes. So, they all packed up and returned to Nigeria together.

Since Alhaji Abdullahi had his own house, he didn't stay there initially; instead, he stayed at his younger brother's place while orders were given to completely renovate his own estate. Within two days, everything in the house was replaced, looking brand new! Even the painting was redone, shared between him, their mother, and the domestic staff who had traveled with them to the Holy Land (Saudi Arabia).

When Malam Sulaiman and Alhaji Abdullahi met, Alhaji Abdullahi burst into tears, unable to find the words to thank Malam Sulaiman. Finally, he insisted that Malam's family must leave their current house within a week and move into a brand-new home within one of the housing estates he had built.

[Part 4]

She simply said it didn't matter, because no matter what he did to make amends, he could never wash himself clean in her eyes. He himself recognized the injustice he had shown Nana. He had never once visited their house for courtship (zance), even though, given her father's immense kindness to him, he ought to have done something special to make them happy.

Therefore, leaving the office, he told Ma'u he was heading to his father's house, but instead, he diverted over to Nana's.

He found Hajiya Batula and Alhaji Nura chatting away, mostly about the wedding preparations, which were now only three weeks away. They were overjoyed to see him. He sat down, and they exchanged greetings, chatting with a hint of shyness.

Ahmad asked, "Uncle, where is our village belle hiding? I haven't seen her."

Alhaji Nura Kwangila looked at Hajiya Batula with total joy on his face and said, "She's over in her quarters, probably watching TV or sleeping."

Ahmad stood up and said, "Let me go tease her."

He headed straight for her quarters. Joy filled Alhaji Nura and his wife—this was the very first time Ahmad had ever shown active interest or concern toward their daughter Nana. Alhaji Nura looked at Hajiya Batula and said, "Didn't I tell you? One of these days you'll wake up and find Ahmad is in love with Nana. Blood relation is never a lie, after all!"

Hajiya Batula laughed happily and said, "Indeed, I agree with you, Alhaji."

Nana was inside her private bathroom taking a bath when Ahmad walked in, calling out loudly: "Hey, village belle, where are you?"

She didn't hear him until he walked right into her inner bedroom. Just at that moment, she stepped out of the bathroom, and their eyes locked!

Nana's body was practically exposed; the small towel wrapped around her barely covered half her thighs, and her head and neck were completely bare. Anyone who knew anything about beauty and female form wouldn't have been surprised by Nana's stunning physique—yet Ahmad had never noticed it until today, perhaps because his attention had never been drawn to her before!

Both of them froze in place, utterly immobilized. She was struck by shyness, while he felt a sudden surge strike his heart—an unmistakable wave of attraction and desire coursing through him.

He truly understood why the Almighty in His infinite wisdom permitted men to marry more than one wife: his heart was capable of loving more than one woman, and had he fought it, he would have only cheated himself.

The intensity of his gaze finally caused her to clear her throat. Snapping out of it, a wave of embarrassment hit him. He quickly turned around and said, "I'll wait for you in the parlor when you're done dressing."

A wave of pure ecstasy washed over her. She firmly believed that the patient are indeed the wealthy ones, eventually. She had never seen that kind of look in Ahmad's eyes before today. She finally believed that Ahmad was now beginning to fall in love with her, just as she was deeply and passionately in love with him.

She leapt into the air and landed on her bed, squealing with joy and thanking Allah for showing her this day. She couldn't even decide what kind of makeup to wear, spending a long time selecting before settling on a form-fitting, long Ankara and designer fabric gown imported from Dubai, studded with tiny sparkling stones. The dress fit her absolute perfection and looked breathtakingly gorgeous on her.

She sprayed exquisite, expensive perfumes and headed toward the parlor.

Summary

This segment of "Dame Ake Ado" marks the emotional climax, reconciliation, and restoration arc of the story:

1. Emotional Breakthrough & Vindication: Ahmad breaks down in tears of gratitude alongside Ma'u, marveling at how Allah completely turned his life around from being labeled a "bastard" to discovering his true royal and wealthy lineage. Lami faces harsh karma, realizing the damage she caused her own family while trying to ruin Ahmad.
2. Family Reunion in Saudi Arabia: Alhaji Nura takes his family—including Ahmad, Ma'u, and Nana—on a trip to Saudi Arabia, where they visit Alhaji Abdullahi (Ahmad's long-lost father) and Hajiya Ruma. The emotional reunion heals Alhaji Abdullahi's psychosomatic paralysis, allowing him to stand on his own feet again. The family confirms Ahmad's striking resemblance to the patriarch through old photographs.
3. Harmonious Co-wife Dynamics: Back in Nigeria, Ma'u overcomes her initial jealousy toward Nana, bonding over Nana's genuine affection for her children. They travel together to perform religious rites in Mecca, establishing a peaceful, respectful polygamous foundation.
4. The Spark of Romance: Ahead of the upcoming wedding between Ahmad and Nana, Ahmad's attitude shifts. During a surprise visit to Nana's quarters, an accidental encounter reveals Nana's striking beauty, awakening genuine romantic attraction and desire in Ahmad, signaling the true beginning of their mutual love story.

Description

• Genre: Contemporary Hausa Family Drama / Romance Serial (Littafin Hausa)
• Setting: Multi-city narrative spanning Northern Nigeria (Kano/family compounds) and the Holy Land (Makkah/Madinah, Saudi Arabia).
• Core Themes: Divine justice (Sakayya), generational healing, emotional maturity in polygamy, family reconnection, and the transformation of forced matrimonial arrangements into genuine romantic affection.
• Key Character Developments:
  • Ahmad: Transitions from an outcast burdened by social stigma to a wealthy, deeply loved son, husband, and father who matures into a balanced man capable of loving both wives.
  • Ma'u: Evolves from a defensive, anxious wife into a secure, mature co-wife who builds a peaceful sisterhood with Nana.
  • Nana: Rewarded for her steadfast patience and love; she shifts from an unrequited admirer to a cherished bride whose beauty finally captivates Ahmad.
  • Alhaji Abdullahi & Alhaji Nura: Represent patriarchal redemption, financial generosity, and the emotional healing that comes with familial restoration.

Analytics

• Narrative Arc & Resolution: This excerpt transitions the story from high-stakes domestic conflict and scandal into a sweeping narrative of restoration, wealth, and emotional harmony (happy ending trajectory). The pacing slows down to emphasize emotional beats—crying sessions, prayers at the Haram, and physical healing.
• Thematic Triumph of Patience (Hakuri): Characters like Ma'u and Nana are rewarded for their resilience. Nana's quiet endurance ("the patient are wealthy") pays off when Ahmad experiences an unprompted awakening of attraction.
• Cultural & Religious Integration: The narrative seamlessly integrates Islamic practices (praying at the Haram, gratitude (shukr), supplications) into the characters' emotional arcs, reinforcing the cultural belief that divine intervention rectifies human injustice.